This place is damp and ghostly   I am already gone   And the halls were lined   With the disembodied   And the dustly wings   Which fell from flesh   Gasplessly      And I go   Where the trees go   And I walk   From a higher education   For now and for hire      It beats me   But I do not know   And it beats me   But I do not know   It beats me   But I do not know   I do not know      Palaces and stormclouds   And the rought, straggly sage, and the smoke   And the way it will all come together   In quietness and in time   And you laws of property   oh you free economy   And you unending afterthoughts   You could've told me before      Never get so attached to a poem   You forget truth that lacks lyricism   And never draw so close to the heat   That you forget that you must eat